Brucia l'artemisia

Brucia l'artemisia
sul mio ventre ghiacciato:
il fumo accoglie il cambiamento
come la nebbia nasconde il cielo
sopra all'attonito camposanto.

Southernmost sunset

Very close to fireplace through the window I look outside
the southernmost sunset brings some wisdom and a new light
from today there's a flame that increases in my veins
and there is a new hope that gives warmth to my bones

I feel like my old disgrace from today can become love
in my hands I hold my shame and I put it in the cold
from today I am new, don't know why but it's true
and there are many things I have to do in these months

New wishing starts with the mistletoe 
new prayers come from the little hopes 
and my wood is so generous 
and I feel so grateful 

New wishing starts with the mistletoe 
social year is going to fall 
and my wood is so generous 
and I feel so grateful 

In this house I am allowed to call my ancestors
in these days the shadows are shorter than the days before
darkness is the prelude of the new light just born
spirits please protect my world make it pure and full of warmth

New wishing starts with the mistletoe 
new prayers come from the little hopes 
and my wood is so generous 
and I feel so grateful 

New wishing starts with the mistletoe 
social year is going to fall 
and my wood is so generous 
and I feel so grateful 

21st December 2018 – Winter equinox – Alban Arthan

In attesa

L'alba è un fuoco tiepido
acceso sul ghiaccio sterile
i rami spogli del frassino
sono tasti di pianoforte
il pettirosso affamato
cerca briciole di speranza:
quanto ancora le gemme
resteranno in attesa?

Perielio

Cerco residui di luce estiva
tra gli accumuli di buio,
perielio* di promesse stanche
e di preghiere provvisorie.
Solo le braci in fondo al pozzo
mi consentono di respirare.



* Oggi la Terra ha raggiunto il perielio cioè il punto più vicino al Sole nel corso della sua orbita.

Only the prayers build

Under this sky of gold I was told, to pray
Near this house of stone my father called, my name
and he said remember, you will always belong, to this place
and I said I surrender, to the life that is stronger, than me

While the river flows down deep into the valley
I'm trying to grow losing some pieces of me
and trying to understand, I come back again, to this place
and now with the Land, I strike a deal as, I am a new man

How many kilometres I have to run 
before having some peace 
may be I found my place inside my heart 
to stop forever my grief 

Let me put my roots deep in this soil 
waiting for the new spring 
and all my ancient thoughts I put in a coil 
so they can become clear 

The wood has always taught that there is not an end
seasons repeat their fall and their growth again
so what have I to wait? And why have I to stay? Only the prayers build
Time is appearance, like the young dreamers, that cry out of the shield

How many kilometres I have to run 
before having some peace 
may be I found my place inside my heart 
to stop forever my grief 

Let me put my roots deep in this soil 
waiting for the new spring 
and all my ancient thoughts I put in a coil 
so they can become clear

Great december

Finally I'm arrived
to taste the twilight
with my skin
with my eyes

On this ridge I want
to understand my soul
here alone
looking for God

Great December with the sun among the clouds 
I surrender to my faith on the ground 
Who have I been? 
Who will I be? 

I've escaped from all
even from my hope
now I know
it is my turn

Great December with the sun among the clouds 
I surrender to my faith on the ground 
Who have I been? 
Who will I be?

Dalla caduta delle Geminidi*

Giorni come capelli strappati
le ore stese sul filo spinato
lame di rasoio su scorze d'arancia
spartiacque delle elemosine
dalla caduta delle Geminidi:
la neve nasconde l'eclissi
del mio fragile mondo utopico
e il piccolo ragno mi osserva
dall'angolo sinistro del nord.

* Sciame meteorico che ha raggiunto il suo picco nella notte fra il 13 e il 14 dicembre.